Orange Range Kasou (the Feelings Of Flowers)
My body gets cold, struck by the rain; even now, the
warmth that I feel is just...
My thoughts stand still, in the fog; fate lowers down a
cruel answer to me
What does the person who is left over think? What do
they accuse when they have no compassion?
The desire that I promised together with you won't come
about a second time...
What will you tell me up ahead?
Tears downpour in the rain of sadness
Remembering only means crying by myself
I understand that, but I won't stop
I know that you can see it, but are pretending you
can't
My eyes only tell lies
An umbrella opens aimlessly
And it goes back and repeats again, going out to meet
the morning
My voice is dried out, my arms outstretched
I arrive on my knees in a powerless world
A small sprout floats into my blurred field of vision
Grasping ahold of something, I finish my job
You left something behind on that day
And I'll leave something behind tomorrow
At the very bottom of a sea called sadness
I can't swim, so my heart is drowned; the flower before
my eyes
Disappears from before me in the blink of an eye...
feelings pile up on my shoulders in no time
These thoughts are serious (my armor is fragile)
When the rust on the armor of my heart is removed, will
I be able to swim?
My voice is dried out, my arms outstretched
I arrive on my knees in a powerless world
A small sprout floats into my blurred field of vision
Grasping ahold of something, I finish my job
You left something behind on that day
And I'll leave something behind tomorrow